Napoleon Dynamite is my current favorite movie, if only because it is the most recent I've seen. It features a llama, victim to Napoleon's insistence that she eat slabs of ham and the like. After the movie, I turned to Leah and said:

"At Cornell I can take a class called 'Llama Tutorial.'"

Which I just realized is something I've mentioned before--but whatever. I still think it's funny. Leah thought it was funny, anyway.

If I may venture into the topic of menstruation: As in a commercial when the woman is stranded somewhere and has no option but the tampon, I found myself in such a situation. Unlike the TV lady, who finds salvation and freedom in her newfound period wand, I found--well, for proper contrast, hellfire and slavery? I suppose I prefer to feel the flow, as it were. Tampons hide it too well, or at least they are supposed to. My body rejected the tool, and I could not be bothered. Back to diapers.